Date: Sat, 1 Mar 2008 18:04:25 -0800
From: b g
Subject: Jason and Me
I stayed in the pool longer than everyone else since swimming class
was right before lunch. The swim coach usually ate lunch in his office
overlooking the pool and as long as he was in there, you could stay in the
pool. I usually swam an extra ten minutes, waiting for all my buddies to at
least be done showering before I pulled myself out and went into the locker
room because I wanted a little bit of time to jerk off in the showers alone
while still making it out to lunch with enough time to hang out and eat
before my next class.
Before I started high school, some girl and her mother got pissed
off about having mixed sex swimming where the boys were allowed to wear
baggy shorts and the girls had to wear form fitting bathing suits and after
a long debate, it became mandatory that all the boys wear speedos. It was
something about wearing sport specific clothing or something, I heard that
the mother really just wanted the boys to feel as self conscious as the
girls, but I was all in support of the rule. If some of the guys were
uncomfortable, they got over it quickly and there were some guys I didn't
want to see so much of, but for the most part I had some good beat material
and by the time I climbed out of the pool, my dick was halfway hard and
ready to get some attention.
There was a swimmers locker room next to the pool, but nobody in
P.E. ever used them and sometimes I'd go in there, but I liked beating off
in the main locker room, standing in the showers where everyone rinsed off
and where there might be someone still in the back or someone who might
come in.
When I walked into the locker room, a lot of guys were already out
to lunch and one guy was still showering, a senior named Kevin. He wasn't
in my class, so he must have come in from the weight room or something. I'd
never seen him in the locker room before and actually, rarely saw him in
the halls or lunch room. He was rinsing his hair and I got a good look as I
passed him on the way to the toilets. Lean, hairy body, dark nipples, heavy
five o'clock shadow, he played baseball and had the attitude and body to
match. From experience, I knew that I could stand in the second stall with
the door opened a few inches and get a good reflection of the showers in
the mirror, so I pulled off my speedos and started beating my meat while
watching Kevin in the mirror. He was shorter than most of the guys on the
team and had a smooth muscled back, tight ass with a little fur on it,
hairy legs with big calves. When he turned around, his chest hair matted
down to his nipples and ran thick over the middle of his abs to a thick
bush around his cut dick. Not the biggest cock I'd seen, but not bad. His
balls were big though and I imagined teasing both of them into my mouth
after I'd licked my way down his chest, his dick hard above my face while I
juggled his balls and used both my hands to massage his stomach and
chest. I licked the precum off my thumb and forefinger and then one of the
coaches walked up to the shower and I closed the door a little more, afraid
I'd get spotted. It made my dick harder, my head swelling with blood and
leaking even more of the clear sweet juice out of my slit. "Fuck it," I
thought, what would they do if they found me anyway, so I opened the door
almost all the way. I was getting ready to cum and wanted the best view.
Kevin and the coach just had a short talk and then Kevin was by
himself again and right before he turned off the shower, I nutted and my
jizz shot out into the main part of the bathroom. The floor was wet, but I
could clearly see my ball juice on the rough concrete. I slowed my hand and
milked out a little dribble of juice onto my finger before popping it into
my mouth and sucking the frothy precum and jizz off my hand. I let my dick
go down a little more before I walked out of the stall with my speedos
flipped over my shoulder and passed Kevin on my way to the showers. We said
hey to each other, but he was quickly drying off and we didn't have much to
say to each other. I took the head he had used and rinsed off with my back
to him, using the soap out of the dispensers spaced out around the shower
room. I turned around and he was gone. I didn't even know where his locker
was and the coast looked clear, so I beat off quickly and came again,
remembering what Kevin looked like under the showers.
I'm tall, play football, basketball, and soccer and I'm usually
found with the popular kids at lunch and in classes. I have a little bit of
brown hair in the middle of my chest and around my nipples and a thick
trail running down to my dick and balls. My arms and legs are lightly
hairy, but my pits are thick with hair. I usually have a goatee and crew
cut, but I haven't gotten a hair cut in about six or seven months and my
brown hair just sticks out of my baseball cap. My girlfriend is a
Christian, so I've only gotten a couple hand jobs out of her, but sometimes
she lets me beat off while we're making out and as long as I don't get any
cum on her, she's usually ok with it. When we were younger, my buddies and
I jerked off in front of one another while looking at an older brother's
porn, but the brother went to college and didn't leave any of the mags
behind, so we stopped. I would have been into continuing, but we tried it
once and it felt weird and none of us came.
Occasionally, I'd drive out to a liquor store down the highway and
buy a Hustler because they were the only straight mags where they showed a
dude fucking a chick in some spreads. When I'd beat off, sometimes I'd look
at the chicks, sometimes I'd look at the dudes. It felt good either way,
but jerking off to guys always felt better. It was either because it was
taboo or because I was more into guys, but I didn't think too much about
it. My buddies gave me shit for reading GQ, but there were enough women in
there and some good advice we could eventually use. My favorite were the
men's workout mags because all my buddies would come over to my house and
read them without joking about being a fag because of the routines we'd
pick up. They didn't care that some muscled dude was showing you a better
circuit or that the photo spreads could be sexual, but I had no problem
seeing how the dude doing dips could also be a dirty motherfucker in bed.
Nine times out of ten, I eat my own cum. I started doing it a few
months ago just to see what it tasted like after I'd seen some pics online
of guys with cum dripping out of their mouths. I really liked the precum,
but for the first few weeks, I had to force myself to lick my finger after
I came. Sometimes I got sick to my stomach thinking about eating it, but I
called myself a pussy and forced myself to get used to it. One day, I
jizzed into a cup and before I thought too much about it, I put it up to my
lips and took my load into my mouth. I forced myself to hold it there for a
minute, letting it roll around my tongue and I got over the gag reflex and
let it run down my throat. I did that every morning for a week and before
long I was wiping my cum off my stomach with my fingers, or catching it in
my hand and sucking it down.
About two weeks after I saw Kevin in the showers, I was getting out
of the pool and came into a mostly empty locker room and bull shitted with
some buddies until the last one left and I hit the showers. I'd pretty much
only been rubbing it out thinking about Kevin and my fantasies got more and
more intense. In my mind, we'd gotten to fucking and had started putting
lotion on my fingers and probing my ass. I was hard, but I was putting it
off, playing scenes of Kevin and me fucking, when I heard someone in the
locker room. I looked over my shoulder and Jason came in. We played
varsity football together, but he was a wrestler during the winter season,
which was starting up soon.
"Yo man, what's going on?" I asked, going back to soaping up.
"Hey Gardner, what's up? Just cutting some weight," he said,
getting in front of his locker and dialing in the number. He'd gained some
pounds during the fall, but he was still a muscular guy. Not cut, but a
broad guy, round shoulders and pecs, a thick mat of light brown hair down
his front and sticking out from beneath his arm. He was about four inches
taller than me and outweighed me. He hit the locker and cursed.
"What's up?" I asked, my hardon softer, but not gone.
"My fucking locker sticks. It takes me a couple times to try the
combo before it works." He slammed the locker again. He'd already taken off
his shirt and had it around his neck. I could see his jock stick up above
his shorts. We'd gone to the same middle school and you could tell everyone
who'd gone there in the locker room. They made us wear jock straps in
P.E. and we had to hook the waistband with our thumbs and pull it up over
our shorts before the coach would let us out of the locker room. In high
school, they didn't care so the guys who went to other middle schools wore
jockies or boxers under their gym shorts, even the guys who played
sports. Most of the guys from my middle school still wore jocks whenever we
were in P.E.
Jason slammed his locker three times and yelled "Fuck!" each time.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," I said, grabbing a towel and drying off as I
walked over to his locker. "Let me do it."
I asked for his combo and dialed it in and the fucking thing didn't
open, so I did it again and it popped.
"Thanks man," Jason said, throwing his shirt over the door and
kicking out of his shoes. I hadn't wrapped the towel, but put around my
neck when I went over to him, but he hadn't noticed.
"No problem. How much you got to cut?"
"More than I want to think about," he said as he pulled his shorts
and jock off, sitting on the bench to get them off from around his
feet. His dad had died that summer, but Jason didn't talk about it too
much. "What are you still in here for?"
"Just spending some time in the pool, I just got out."
"Yeah, I work out during lunch so I don't eat too much." His voice
sounded weird and I was afraid he was going to cry, or was crying.
He stayed on the bench and I stood there. "Uh, you ok?"
He took a deep breath and exhaled. I hated that I was checking him
out when he was obviously having some personal problems, but there he was,
his dick and balls hanging off the bench, his legs spread wide like he
always sat, his palms turned backward and flat on the bench, his arms
straight, baring himself unconsciously, except his chin was on his chest
and his eyes were closed. I wanted to touch his dick, but I just stood
there, running my eyes down his hairy front to his pink dick sticking out
of a dense bush and I leaned against the lockers so I could get a better
view of his balls dangling. My dick was swelling, so I pulled the towel off
my neck and let it fall in front of me.
"Hey man, you need to talk?" I asked.
He exhaled again and looked up. His eyes were wet and red, but no
tears came out. "Nope. It's just hard, you know?"
"Yeah," I said. I was ashamed that my dick was standing up while
this was happening, but I was full out horny and couldn't keep my eyes off
Jason. He looked a lot like his dad and I could see that if he didn't take
care of himself, he'd start getting a gut and in twenty years look exactly
like his dad, who coached us in little league. A big bellied man with a
mustache and sunglasses, which was pretty sexy sometimes.
"You just getting in the showers?"
"Uh, yeah," I said, though I didn't know how to hide my hard on if
he walked over with me. He grabbed a towel and stood up and I turned and
walked back to the showers. Even though his towel wasn't wet, he flicked it
at me and I jumped out of its way and ended up sideways. He saw my dick and
he got a lost look on his face. We'd seen some hard dick in the locker
rooms, but not much, and if we did, there'd be all sorts of gay jokes and
the dudes would have to live it down. I'd been beating off in the locker
room too much and I had to fight to keep my dick down before practice or in
the showers after, but I kept my head in the game and controlled myself.
"Whoa, Mike. You beating off in here?" he asked, looking me up and
down with a frown.
"Yeah man," I said quickly. "You know, Sarah, she's not giving me
any, so I'm pretty hard all the time, so I jerk off when I don't think
anybody's around."
"Yeah, but we were talking for a while, you shouldn't have no hard
on anymore. I don't give a shit that you're beating off, but what the fuck?
You getting off looking at me?"
His tone was hard and I started to worry, thinking that I'd have to
figure out some way to get out of the situation. We stood there for a few
seconds and he reached down and pulled on his dick, massaging it under his
big thumb. "You like dick, Gardner?" he asked.
I should have immediately said something, but I just stared at him,
seeing him start to beat his dick. He walked closer to me and I stood my
ground. "I think I might need some relief man. You know, I been all
stressed out, tired, I don't have a girlfriend. And you're a fag, so maybe
you can do something for me."
I started to get even more tense. The idea of actually moving from
thinking about fucking around with a dude to actually doing it scared me. I
imagined getting raped by this guy who I'd known since I was a kid and who
I was sort of friends with. He was a year older, and huge compared to me,
and I had a mix of excitement and terror and my mind went blank.
I expected him to knock me to the wall and bend me over, but
instead, he put his hand out and massaged my chest. I looked at his face
and I suddenly noticed how attractive he was, blue eyes, Irish looks and
the mix of sadness and anger made him beautiful. He slapped my side a
little and I could feel my dick shake. I broke eye contact and saw his dick
was hard in his hand, the head fat and blunt, the shaft thick with
veins. "I'm going to fuck you and we're not going to say anything about
this," he finally said. I didn't say anything and stood there as he reached
around and grabbed my ass. I turned and bent over some, going on
autopilot, bracing myself against the wall as he spread open my cheeks. His
fingers brushed my hole and I tensed, but Jason tried to stick his thumb
inside me and I told him to stop.
"You can't fuck me like that. We got to have some lube."
"I don't got any man. Just some spit."
I always have a lot of precum and a lot of times used it to finger
myself with, so I turned around and squeezed a huge clear drop of it out my
slit.
"What the fuck is that?" he asked.
"You don't precum?"
"No way."
"Mix it with your spit and then lube me up."
I wiped my finger into his palm and he spit a few times and mixed
it with a finger. I milked more precum out and added it, then added my spit
to his palm. He wiped it on his dick and turned me back to the wall.
"Bro, I've never done this before."
"Me neither. Not different than fucking a chick, though," he said.
"Yeah it is, for me at least."
"Dude, you're a homo. You'll love it," he said as he pushed his
head up to my hole. He kept pushing and I could feel the blunt force of it,
but I wasn't opening up. I moaned in pain and bent over further and further
until I had my elbows on the wall and my legs spread. He tried different
angles and finally I opened up and he got his head it. I gritted my teeth
against the pain. I'd once tried to stick the top end of a carrot up my ass
and gotten it in about that far, but this felt completely different and so
much better. He moved behind me, adjusted my hips and pushed again. I could
feel that there wasn't enough lube, so I caught some precum that was about
to drop off my dick and reached back and gave it to him. I could hear him
spit a couple times and felt it ooze down my crack. He pulled back a
little and I gasped. He steadied himself and pushed. I cried out, but he
kept going and slowly my ass opened up and he got himself all the way in. I
could feel his pubes on my ass and felt like I was going to rip open, but I
was also so fucking horny I loved it. He was moaning and thrusting a little
back and forth.
"Oh fuck, this is totally weird man," he said, groaning. "It feels
so different. You're so fucking tight."
I didn't say anything, just braced myself as he started pumping
into me. I felt like I was going to burst. His balls slapped my ass, he
grabbed both of my shoulders and pounded into me. I was open enough that it
was getting easier, and I was loving it. I could feel his body against mine
and started to move back to meet his thrusts.
"Yeah baby," he said. "You like my dick don't you?"
I moaned.
"Tell me you love my dick." I paused for a second and he pushed
hard into me, all the way down and smacked my ass. He crouched over my back
and I could feel his hairy torso pressing into me. I felt like I was going
to be crushed and he whispered into my ear, "Fucking tell me you love
getting fucked by me."
"I do," I gasped and he started thrusting again and told me to say
it. "I love getting fucked by you."
He laughed and pushed in all the way and grinded his hips into my
ass. I almost yelled and he did it again. "Tell me."
"I love getting fucked by you man. It feels so good."
"I'm going to cum man, I'm going to cum," he yelled and I felt him
stiffen and hold in place. My dick was about to burst, so I touched it and
without doing anything else, I shot. The sound of my spooge was loud on the
tiles in front of me.
Jason sounded hurt, "No man, don't move, don't move, oh fuck, oh
fuck."
I realized my cumming made me clench my ass and have given too much
pressure on Jason's cock that was still jammed into my ass. He tried to
pull out, but he kept saying he was too sensitive and I has too tight, but
he finally made it and I had another orgasm, shorter, but intense.
We were both panting and shaking. He slid down to the floor and I
joined him, but sat a few inches away. He had his eyes closed and I had my
arms around my knees, my head resting on my forearms. I had my eyes closed
also and felt the lingering pain on my ass, but decided it was part of
feeling so good. My cheeks were slimy and could feel when they moved
against each other.
"I want to fuck you again," Jason moaned. When I looked up, he
still had his eyes closed, his head back. He looked completely spent.
"Ok."
"Not now," he said he opened his eyes and looked at me. "I want you
to bitch out for me on the regular."
"Fuck yeah man," I said. He pulled me over to him and pushed my
arms out of the way. He rested his hand on my dick and massaged it.
"I don't want to suck dick, or kiss or anything like that, but I'll
give you a reach around sometimes."
I liked the idea of him dominating me. It wasn't something I ever
considered, but it sounded good. He took his hand off my dick, weighed my
balls in his hand, then went further down and I moved so he could get to my
ass. He felt around, putting the tips of his fingers up inside me again and
he adjusted, so he could get a better angle. I was surprised that I got a
hard on again and when I looked, I could see he was hard too.
"Do it man," I said.
He looked over at the bench and told me to get up on it, which was
hard because it was narrow and low, my broad shoulders barely stabilizing
me as Jason lifted my legs and spread my ass open. He squatted and tried to
brace himself against me and the lockers and started fucking me. His thick
dick slid into me easier this time and once we got our balance, he fucked
me, but not as hard as the first time. He'd look down at me, the backs of
my thighs tight on his chest and smile, or give me a wink, but mostly we
kept eye contact. He worked my ass, sometimes pulling out and slapping my
cheeks with his dick and laughing a little. I felt like laughing, so I did
and he reached up and put one of his big hands on the bench above my head
and leaned over my face. He stopped fucking me and we held that position,
his dick deep inside my slick hole, our bodies pressed against each other,
I could feel his legs shaking to keep upright and instead of holding onto
the lockers to keep myself steady, I wrapped my arms around him. Our chest
hair tangled and I could feel the heat of his armpit on my elbow that was
wrapped around it. My other arm was over his massive shoulder. He started
thrusting gently into me and I wanted him to kiss me, so I raised my mouth
and touched his lips. Jason didn't move, but he let me kiss him and
eventually, my tongue went into his mouth and he started responding. I felt
his stubble over my lips and tasted his breath. He kissed about as well as
my repressed girlfriend, but it was something.
He pulled away from my mouth and eventually, he leaned back, but we
kept our eyes on each other and he pulled out and told me to get in doggy
style and he fucked me that way, both of us pretty silent unless we were in
extreme pleasure and then it was only a little grunt. He grabbed my dick
and pumped it in time to his thrusts, but he kept wiping his hand on my
belly hair to get the cum and precum that hung on my head off. I came in
his hands and he kept beating me until I made him stop and he grabbed my
hips in both hands and started fucking me until he came with a roar,
rocking and jackhammering my ass. He slowed his thrusts, but didn't stop
and finally, he did pull out and stood above me for a second before walking
to the showers. I joined him and touched my asshole, feeling its warmth and
pressing against the lingering pain. We washed ourselves and dried off. My
locker was a couple rows over and I got dressed quickly and went back to
his locker.
He had his towel on the bench and sat there, his head in his hands.
"It's ok man."
"Is it?" He asked, looking up at me. "I'm some fag. What would my
dad think about me? Or my brothers. Get the fuck out of my sight."
"No way Jason. You don't think this is hard for me too? Getting
fucked by a buddy I've known all my life?"
"Yeah, but you're a homo, Mikey. You love this shit."
"Hold up-" I paused. I realized that I'd been preparing myself for
having sex with a man for a while now and had worried about everything for
long enough to come to some sort of terms with it. I didn't know what Jason
was going through, or if he'd ever thought about fucking another dude, but
it was clear he wasn't ready for this.
I looked down at him and he cried. I sat next to him and put my arm
around his shoulder and he pushed into me, resting his head on my
shoulder. We both heard someone in the locker room and I stood up and
leaned against the lockers while he pulled his boxers out of the locker and
started to put them on. A buddy of mine, Devon, came in and started asking
me why I missed lunch, and didn't pay any attention to Jason. Devon and I
walked out of the locker room and to our class.
Practice was a bitch that day. My ass still stung and my legs and
back hurt from holding myself up against Jason's weight. I was athletic,
but I wasn't used to those positions. Jason and I didn't talk or look at
each other and in the locker room, I kept up my side of the bull shit and
he was pretty quiet. Most of the dudes on the team were like brothers, so
it made it easier to stay soft, but occasionally I'd get a good view of
something or we'd accidentally touch each other and I'd have to stay
calm. In the back of my mind, I could still see and feel Jason on top of
me. My lips had a beard burn from his stubble. Even though it felt totally
visible, whenever I looked in the mirror, I couldn't tell anything was
wrong.
Living in a small town in the Pacific Northwest meant that most of
us didn't shave too often, so there were a lot of goatees, beards and long
hair. There were a couple guys who kept up their short hair and shaved on a
regular basis, but there weren't that many who could grow facial hair who
didn't let something grow, especially during the season where any small
superstition could result in half the team growing a beard. After pulling
on our clothes and jackets, we filed out of the lockers and walked through
the empty school to the parking lot. A lot of guys were heading to Pizza
Hut, some others to McDonalds. I knew a couple dudes were going over to
Brian's house to kick it and do some drinking. There were a couple girls
who always showed up and we usually had a good time. Nothing too crazy,
but I had gotten a bj from one of them a couple weeks before. I'd go back
and forth between being into the girl sucking me off and imagining it was
Kevin between my legs. When I tapped her on the head and pulled out so I
could jerk off, I couldn't figure out who I wanted to cum to and I came
without picturing anybody and still shot higher than I thought, getting cum
on my shirt that I'd left on but had pulled up behind my neck. My jizz was
also on my neck and in my chest hair.
"That's gross," the girl said.
I opened my eyes and looked at her scrunched up face. She was
definitely cute and if I was totally into girls, I'd be interested in
breaking up with my girlfriend and hooking up with her. The problem was I'd
been with my girl for a couple years and everyone thought we had a great
relationship. It didn't take too long to get this girl to suck my dick, but
I'd tried to fuck her and she wasn't into that. Sucking dick was fine, but
she wasn't into fucking, especially with a guy who's dating a girl everyone
likes.
I wiped up with a couple Kleenex and buttoned my pants. We had
snuck off to the spare bedroom and she had gone to the bathroom. Everybody
knew what we were doing, but I knew none of the guys or girls would say
anything. The other guys were either watching tv or listening at the door,
but I didn't care. They were some of the same guys I used to beat off with,
so even if we didn't do anything together, we had fewer boundaries. I'd
have been down with them being in the room, but that probably wasn't going
to happen.
I planned on heading over to Brian's house and seeing what kind of
trouble we'd get into, but Jason walked past me and brushed his shoulder
against mine. He turned his head and gave me a look as he walked over to
his truck.. I was about at my car, so I got in and pulled over to him.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"I was planning on heading out to McCane's house," I said, not
making eye contact. I didn't know what to do. "You?"
"I don't know man, maybe some pizza and then heading home."
"That's cool," I said, still not looking at him. As much as I
wanted to make some sort of connection with him after practice, I didn't
know how to start anything.
"Why don't you follow me out to my pad?"
I waited for a second and finally asked if his mom was home. She
was, but she spent most of her time in her bedroom. He had a younger
brother, but he was about as opposite as Jason, skinny, not too tall, wore
glasses. He played frosh football, but spent most of his time on the bench.
"Ok man. Let's roll," I said and waited for him to get in the cab
and pull out of his spot. If I didn't show up at Brian's I could just say
that I needed to get home and do some homework. I hadn't been to Jason's
house since middle school. It was on the water with its own boat launch and
as kids we'd played in the bay a lot.
We went in the side door and went up the stairs to Jason's room. My
dick was hard and pushing against my jeans. I could feel the wet spot on my
shorts and liked the feel of my dick head rubbing against it. His room was
pretty regular for a guy, I pretty much had the same posters on the walls,
the same jerseys hanging on doorknobs. I shrugged out of my jacket and
hoodie and Jason closed the door and grabbed my crotch. We didn't talk, he
just ran his hand up my shirt and rubbed my stomach while I undid my belt
and fly. I shoved my waistband down under my balls, but Jason just pulled
my pants and boxers down all the way. I kicked out of my shoes and stood
there, my big dick slimed with precum, my bell shaped head sticking up on a
straight dick. Jason pulled my shirt over my head and I stood there,
letting him run his hands over my chest and stomach.
"I never say no to a blow job, bro," he said, looking me in the
eye. I pulled at his belt and he yanked his shirt over his head. I was able
to pull his dick out of his fly and he pushed me down to my knees and
guided my head to his dick. It was thick and veiny, and laid against his
pubes, curving a little bit in the middle, a darker pink than mine and his
head was huge and blunt, his piss slit was huge and I liked sticking the
tip of my tongue into the deep groove. His balls hung down further than
anybody I'd ever seen and they were huge bull balls in a hairy sack. I
pulled his cock down to my mouth and he kept his hand on the back of my
head. Even though this was my first dick, I wasn't scared to take it. His
head was hard and kind of soft at the same time and I kept my tongue on it
for a couple minutes, working my way around the ridge and licking at his
slit. He pushed my head down and I started taking more of him in and gagged
after a couple inches. Jason tried to keep pushing me down on his cock, but
when I resisted, he let me pull off it a little. I looked up to him and his
head was back and his eyes were closed. He massaged the back of my head a
little and as I tried to take him further down my mouth, his hand helped
guide me down. I couldn't take him all, but liked his taste and how he felt
filling up my mouth with his thick dick.
I got maybe seven blow jobs myself and still hadn't had sex with a
girl because a lot of the girls were Christians and those who were into sex
were in long-term relationships. It was the same for the other towns in the
area, so the chances of having sex in high school weren't too good. I tried
to remember my best blow job and do that on Jason, adding things like
licking on the v right under the head, spending a lot of time there. Jason
groaned and told me I sucked a good dick, but always pulled my head back up
when I went for his balls. I really wanted to suck on them, but his hand
kept guiding me back to his dick.
"Just suck my cock, dude," he'd said, his voice hoarse. He grabbed
the back of my head with both hands and started fucking my face and I
gagged as he pushed into me, but tried to keep on his dick. His hands were
hard on the top of my head and he kept getting deeper until my nose was
getting brushed by his brown pubes and after a few more thrusts, my nose
was getting buried in his pubes and I was gagging on every thrust until he
stopped deep in my mouth and held his dick there. I tried to massage it
with my tongue, but ended up just sucking down on it, putting as much
pressure as I could and feeling my throat get used to having a dick in
it. Instead of pulling back, he just pushed in deeper, slowly, working his
cock deeper into my mouth until my lips met the hairy base of his cock. My
mouth was dry and my dick was sticking straight up, hurting, oozing so much
precum I was sure I was going to cum any minute. He held his dick down my
throat for a couple more seconds and slowly pulled back until my lips were
on his head again. I took a deep breath and looked up at him. He was now
watching me and as I kept my eyes on him, he dove deep into my face again.
Jason pulled out all the way and let go of my head. He got himself
undressed and leaned back on his bed. I stood up and walked over to him and
took the chance of collecting some precum off my dick. I didn't shoot, but
I thought I would. I sucked my precum off my fingers and milked out some
more.
"Come on man, suck me off," Jason groaned at me. I got between his
legs and started working on him again, but then made my way up his stomach
and licked at his little pink nipples. I was jerking him off, but he put a
hand on my head and pushed me back to his cock. "No man, just suck my
dick."
I was starting to get pissed. What I liked at first was bitching
out for this guy, but I wanted to lick and suck his pecs and pits, feel his
hair on my face, at least that. I went back to sucking him off, working at
it, tried to make him nut. I didn't know if I was going to take it or not,
but I wanted to get him off quick and see if I could get him to do some
body contact. I occurred to me that he'd shot in my ass twice. I didn't
know why I was thinking about taking his load in my mouth. It seemed
different, but then again, I'd pretty much fagged out as much as I could,
so why not do it all the way?
His breath got faster and he held my head in place with both his
hands as he fucked my face, quick and with short thrusts. Jason was
snorting like a horse and bucking, but he wasn't cumming. He kept jabbing
into my mouth and I curled my tongue around his head and jerked him off
with it, trying to get as much pressure on it as possible. I knew I was
going to take his load and waited for it and when it finally came, he let
out a roar and jerked, his dick spasming four or five times and shooting
jizz into my mouth. I concentrated on not cumming. I wanted to spank it and
add my seed to his before swallowing. He was groaning and slowing his
thrusts in my mouth. His cum tasted different than mine and was cool in my
hot mouth. I pulled off his dick and lay on the floor, jerked a couple
times on my dick and shot a huge load that hit my face. I quickly wiped in
into my mouth and caught whatever else I could and mixed our jizz together
before finally swallowing.
Jason was still panting on the bed and his dick was still hard. I
got up and sucked on his dick head a little before he pushed my head
away. "Give me a second," he said.
I looked down at him, exhausted, his arms back behind his head, his
eyes closed. I traced his body with my eyes, and then with my hands,
rubbing up his sides and massaging his chest. He told me to stop, but I
kept doing it. His dick was still hard, but instead of touching it, I
cradled his ball in my hand and he brought his legs together, but I kept my
hand in his warm crotch, slipping my fingers over his huge nuts.
"Fucking don't do that," he said pulling away.
"What the fuck man, I ain't no bitch."
"Yeah you are, faggot. You're a couple of fuck holes, that's about
it buddy." He sounded angry, but I didn't get a convincing display. "You're
getting hard, jerking off to your buddies in the locker room, fucking
lying, fucking letting the team down. You're fucking sick. What you want a
gang bang in the lockers? You want to get a line of dudes to get a cream
pie in your ass? I bet that's what you want. You fucking disgusting, sick
pervert." He was sitting up in the bed and I just stood where I was,
looking at him while he was ranting. I tried to say something, but he kept
talking. "You disgust me, eating your own jizz, eating another
dude's. You're no man. You're just a bitch. A fucking pussy. You
goddamned-"
"Fuck you dude," I said, quietly. "You're scared. You're the
pussy."
"Yeah, fucking scared you've been jerking it to me since we were
kids."
"What the fuck man?"
"How's that cum taste, bitch?"
"You know what? Pretty damn good, that's how it fucking
tastes. Your dick tasted good, you feel good, you fucked me good today, you
fucking dicked me deep and I loved it. Man up. Admit you were into it."
"No way."
"You got off hard."
"Yeah, cause I was fucking. It ain't no different than a pussy."
"You already said that, Jason."
"You're just a faggot bitch."
"Stop it. Stop it. You might not be ready to admit it, but you
fucking loved hooking up with a dude. That doesn't mean you're not into
chicks, it doesn't mean you're going to be some drag queen flamer. It just
means you trusted yourself and had a good time. So what if you're gay. No
big deal."
"Yeah it is Mike. It's a huge fucking deal if I'm gay. I'm the man
of the house. I got to take care of it all."
"There are probably some manly dudes out there who like dick. They
take care of their shit."
He didn't look like he was going to say anything and I didn't know
what to do. I was just standing there, naked, the aftertaste of cum and the
fight turning me on. Even though I shouldn't have been turned on, a lot of
the things he accused me of were getting me excited again. I didn't really
picture the dudes on the team all fucking me, but I came up with some
locker room situation where I serviced a bunch of dudes one right after the
other.
"You're hard again?" Jason asked. I could feel I was good to go,
but looked down anyway. "What's it like?"
"Being hard?"
"No, man, being cool with liking dudes."
"I'm not all that cool with it, but I'm used to the fantasies I
have and the pics I look at online. It fucking scared me today when you
told me you wanted to fuck me. I couldn't think. I didn't know if I was
going to like getting dick. So far it was all just in my mind. I'd never
sucked a dude's dick until just now."
"But you're all cool about this, like, right now," he said. He was
still sitting in bed and wasn't hard. When I looked, he moved his leg to
block my view so I looked at his face and shook my head.
"I've seen your dick. I've tasted it, I've felt it. No need to hide
Jace." I gave my cock a couple strokes, then bent down and grabbed by
boxers. I didn't say anything while I was dressing and Jason slid off the
bed and put on a pair of shorts. "Dude, I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yeah, Gardner, see you."
I walked downstairs and didn't see anybody until I passed the tv
room and saw Jason's little brother watching some UFC. "Hey man, what's
up?" I said, but he didn't say too much, just shrugged. "You got this on
dvd?"
"Yeah."
"You seen this one? Hughes takes that fucker out, man. It's a good
match." I wondered if he knew that we were fucking upstairs, or wondered
why I was in his house after so many years, but he just sat there, watching
the screen. Under a different circumstance, I would have jumped in one of
the recliners and watched the rest of the dvd, but instead, I walked out
the side door and got in my car and drove home.
We were stretching the next week when Jason said, "What's going on
man?"
He was pretty friendly, but that's the first thing he'd said to me
since I left his house. We'd played a joke team the previous weekend and he
was out back at the party afterward, getting high with some of the other
guys while me and my girlfriend were in the house, hanging out.
"Nothing much."
We stretched for a couple more seconds in silence. Over the past
week, I'd gotten angrier and angrier about what had happened with Jason. I
beat off thinking about him fucking me and pretended it was his cum I
sucked off my fingers but it wasn't good enough. The night of the party, I
talked my girlfriend into giving me a hand job in my car while we made out,
but it wasn't the same. After that night, I always found some way to avoid
her and she was starting to get hurt. When we talked at lunch, I'd only
answer with a few words and I let her talk on the phone and gave her
silence back.
I'd even started fucking myself up the ass on a daily basis with
the handle of a screwdriver from the garage. I wrapped it in toilet paper,
all the way to the fit and wrapped electrical tape around the shaft and
head so I could use it as a handle while I fucked myself with the other end
that I put a condom over. That wasn't the same either and hurt too much to
get in very far. I tried to shape some toilet paper into a cone so it would
go in easier, but that didn't work. I was so horned all the time that I
just had to rub it against my ass and I'd shoot.
Sometimes I'd go to the bathroom during class and take a stroke and
would imagine Jason going to take a piss at the same time and us fucking in
stall. I wanted to fuck him and I was pissed that he was so scared about
everything. We'd already done it, so I thought we might as well keep doing
it since it was already done.
"We gotta talk bro," he said when we were done stretching. "Come
over to the house after."
I didn't say anything or have any reaction, but it didn't matter,
he was setting up for some drills and I got my ass in gear and went to
practice.
I told my buddies I had to get home after practice and do some work
on a project for science. It was true that I needed to get it done, but
there was no way I was going to work on it. I took the long way around town
before I finally got to Jason's house. His truck was in the driveway and I
could see his bedroom light on. When I knocked on the door, his brother
answered.
"What's up man?"
"Nothing," he said. I knew he looked up to me ever since I kicked
some bully's ass who was giving him shit in sixth grade. It was a fifth
grader, and Jason's brother, who was in fourth, was definitely the smallest
kid in his class. He'd grown a lot, but hadn't filled out. I hadn't thought
about that time in years.
"You should hit the weights, buddy," I said walking toward the
stairs. "Eat some eggs, drink some protein, spend a couple hours in the gym
every day. Get one of your friends to go with you. Casey's brother. You
know him? Get his ass to hit the gym with you."
"Yeah, ok."
When I got to Jason's room, he was laying on his bed, reading a
magazine. I closed to door behind me and said, "Well?"
It took him a while to say anything. He looked at me and I looked
back. I had no clue where this was going, but something needed to happen,
so I said, "Your brother have any idea what happened last week?"
"Probably not."
"I told him to hit the gym with Fenton's brother. That kid needs to
loose some weight."
"Listen Mikey, I want-" Nothing. I stood there, pissed off about
the whole thing, but hoping we were going to get sweaty pretty soon. I
didn't care if he accepted it, or if he didn't, I just wanted to get him to
see that we could fuck and be normal. No big deal.
"Yeah, you want what, man?"
"I want to fuck you."
"Yeah? You going to go ape shit afterward?"
"No man, I've been thinking about it. About you. I can't fucking
think about anything else right now. I don't know what that means, but
that's what it is."
"Dude, I don't want to fucking date you and hold hands and shit. I
want to get off and that's where it is. It's just sex. Just be fucking
normal and it'll be cool."
He rubbed his crotch, then put his hand under his waist and I could
see him lightly stroking his beef. The tension was so fucking high that I
ran over to the bed and dropped trou, not even pulling my shirt and jacket
off. He was off the bed and got his fly undone and the top of his boxers
hooked behind his balls. As he rubbed his dick in my crack, he reached over
and got some lotion off his bedside table. He squirted some between my
cheeks and over his dick, then pushed in. There was some resistance, but I
opened up quick and in five deep thrusts, he was nutting. He stayed inside
me and thrust a couple more times and I shot my wad into my shorts.
"Stay in, stay in," I panted. I couldn't believe how intense the
fuck was even if it was short. We'd both kept as quiet as we could, but
you'd definitely know if there were two dudes fucking if you were standing
outside. The grunts and groans were animalistic and somewhere between
pleasure and pain.
He pulled out and walked over to a pile of dirty clothes and wiped
off his dick, then threw the shirt at me. I wiped my ass, then folded the
shirt so I could wipe the cum out of my shorts.
"That was fucking intense," I said. Jason was pulling his shirt
over his head and stepping out of his pants. I ripped my clothes off and
laid on the bed.
"Yeah man, but I didn't get enough."
He got into bed and I was thinking we'd get to fucking again, but
he put his arms around me and hugged me close. I could smell the soap he'd
used in the shower and I loved the feel of his body hair on me. I wrapped
my legs around him and pushed our cocks together. We were both hard and our
dicks slid against each other and were pressed between each other's
bellies.
His hand slid down my back and grabbed my ass. Me massaged my cheek
and pulled it away from the other one. He slid his finger down my crack,
into the dark hair, and finally to my hole. He massaged it, barely sticking
a finger in, probably getting some of his nut on his fingers and using it
to slowly stroke my warm ass. He moved on top of me and I wrapped my legs
around his sides and cinched in, raising my ass to him until I unwrapped my
legs and let them fall open. Jason leaned back, spit on his hand and rubbed
his dick, then milked some last remaining cum out of my dick and smeared it
on the head of his cock. His cock was a little darker than the rest of him,
the blue veins standing out under the skin and his head was dark pink, his
thick slit open a the tip.
"Tell me you want my dick."
"I want your huge dick rammed up my ass."
"How long you been wanting it?"
"A long time."
"How long?"
"Every day this week."
"Yeah man. How do you want it?"
"Fucking give it to me, bro. Get your nut."
"Tell me how you want it," he said, pushing his dick down off his
stomach and sliding it toward my ass. I grabbed my knees and pulled them up
to my chest. "Tell me."
"I want you to fuck me hard."
"I can definitely do that." He angled his dick into my hot hole and
slid it all the way in and started fucking me in short jabs. He pushed my
knees back so they were on either side of my head, then reached over and
grabbed some pillows and stuffed them under my lower back. He had a grin on
his face and I groaned as he started pounding my ass, but not pulling out
too far, just enough to get some weight behind another push. I tried to
squeeze my ass around his shaft. I had my head back, my eyes rolled up,
mouth open, panting as he fucked me. He was breathing heavy and both of us
were sweating, rocking the bed, moaning and grunting. Jason pulled out all
the way and slapped my ass with his dick, then immediately shoved it back
into my open hole. He pulled out again and told me to get into doggie and
he mounted me as fast as he could, one of his knees bent near my side and I
could feel the hair on his leg rubbing my smooth skin. He grabbed my hair
and pulled me back a little bit and leaned down and whispered how good of a
fuck I was and how tight my ass was and that he was going to wear it out
tonight.